West Ark High

Sex, Baby.

Octavia groaned against his mouth, grasping at his face with her hands.

He tasted like sweat and Gatorade from after their workout and his body was warm pressed up against hers. Everything about him made her heart hammer in her chest and her adrenaline levels spike. She loved the feeling of being with him whether they were holding hands or he had her pushed up against a wall with his tongue in her mouth.

She had to admit that, if given the chance, she would choose the second option every time.

"Lincoln," she gasped when his kisses trailed from her mouth down her jawline and neck. She hugged herself around his upper torso harder.

He had her pinned against his bed, the messy blankets uncomfortable against her back, but it was barely an issue as he caressed her sides tenderly but desperately. "How are you so beautiful?" he murmured before hungrily kissing her again.

Octavia wrapped her legs around his waist, hoisting herself up off the mattress. Lincoln responded by supporting her around the lower back and flopping to the bed on his back in order to give her a turn on top. Octavia instantly attacked his mouth with hers, their tongues fighting each other for dominance.

That was one of the other things that she liked about Lincoln; he never just gave her the things she wanted.

Whether it was a match in their martial arts practices, the last cookie in the container, or who was going to be on top, he always made it a challenge. He saw her as an equal, as someone who was on his level who wasn't in need of a handicap. It was refreshing for her, especially since she came from a life highly sheltered by her brother.

Leaning back slightly, Octavia grabbed the hem of her tank-top and pulled it over her head and tossed it onto the floor in a heap. She had figured that seeing her in her lacy bra would have aroused Lincoln even more, hopefully into even taking it off himself, but instead he blinked up at her rapidly and lost his drive from a minute earlier.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, lowering her now mostly-naked self onto his bare chest. She kissed his neck, sucking the flesh roughly but he grunted like he was displeased. "C'mon, Lincoln, help me out of this thing. Unless," she sat up so that she was straddling his waist, her fingers fumbling with the latch on the back, "you want me to do it myself."

Lincoln grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides gently. "Octavia, I don't think we should go that far."

Octavia's chest deflated. "W-what are you talking about? I thought that you—"

"—I do love you," he interrupted her. She slid off of his stomach and Lincoln sat up so that they were facing each other. "But you're also still seventeen and I don't want to take away something as precious as—"

"—I don't believe in waiting until marriage," Octavia interjected this time. "I don't care about what anybody thinks as long as I can have you."

Lincoln shook his head slightly, almost as if he was trying to explain a complex subject to a child. Reaching down, he picked up Octavia's crumpled tank-top and handed it back to her. "Listen, Octavia, you're perfectly in your right to believe what you do but I am entitled to what I believe as well. Don't get me wrong; I fully intend to have you in every way one day, but not while you're still at such a vulnerable stage in your life."

Octavia growled, shooting him daggers as she pulled her tank-top over her head. "I can't believe you. You sure as hell never seem to mind all of the touching."

Lincoln shrugged. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, he simultaneously caressed her cheek with his thumb. "What can I say? I'm not a complete stand up guy."